His High Blood Pressure is going to kill ME

So yesterday my wonderful husband hauled wheat to Pompeys Pillar (I know, we wait until the price goes completely to crap and then we sell it) Anyhow on the way back he stopped by walmart to pick up a few things. He stopped by the Blood Pressure chair thingy they have there and his Blood Pressure was a touch high, just a touch not yet to Hypertension or anything like that! But Harold being the big fat Hypocondriac he is, gets home hauls in like 5 or 6 5 gallon jugs of water, checks his blood pressure again and of course it is even higher! So this gets his very parpanoid mind a workin, and he starts "researching" High Blood Pressure online. (never a good idea for a hypocondriac)! He does stumble onto the Prilosec (for indegestion, which he takes every other day) site, and it says right there in Big letters that it may cause High Blood Pressure, Heart Palpatations and something else... oh yeah anal seepage LOL I am totally kidding on that last part.
So to the point of this story he calls me at work just convinced that the makers of Prilosec are on a mission to give him High B.P and he just knows he is gonna die. So he does what any rational person would do he decides to stop taking it! A OK. So now he checks his Blood Pressure at least once an hour and it is all over the place of course after working outside, after taking a nap, or wrestling with MaKenzie, IT IS GONNA BE DIFFERENT! All in all it is averaging on the High side of NORMAL. So what does he do he goes through every type of food we have and checks sodium levels on everything and decides we won't buy this stuff anymore.
So I get home from work this morning and he makes me check my Blood Pressure (I always run on the very low side of Normal) and i did again today only today it is quite a bit lower than my normal B.P. within reason of Normal. So I did tell him since mine is so low, if I gave up all the salt, the smoking, and all the fun stuff I might just Die cause then my B.P would drop drasticly. LOL. I CAN find the bright side of any situation!!!

Sweet Little Girl? Not in this house

Can any of you please please tell me, at what point exactly did my daughter go from sweet little baby girl, to such a mean little kid? Now don't get me wrong, my daughter is not Horrible by any sense of the word! She just went from very nice, quite shy and quiet. To telling old ladies to "SHUT UP YOUR SO ANNOYING" in the store. (the sad part was is it took everything I had not to laugh because this certain old Lady is not very.... oh how do I say this nicely, well she is a BITCH!!!) Well at least Carol Williams thought this was funny and I think it made her whole day!
I was all prepared for the terrible 2's and was surprised to find out they are not that bad, it is the horrible awful 3's nobody ever told me about! Thanks friends much appreciation for the heads up!!!
So yesterday she decided she was the mamma and she was feeding me some pretzels a few into it she pats me on the head and says "GOOD COW"! Let's just say I was kinda speechless! Oh Lord i could go on for hours about some of the "GREAT THINGS" my daughter does and says now but I would be here for Hours! Feel free to offer any advice, or stories from your children.

What is Normal after your child dies?

Normal is having tears waiting behind every smile when you realize someone important is missing from all the important events in your
family's life.

Normal is trying to decide what to take to the cemetery for Birthdays, X-mas, Thanksgiving, New Years, Valentine's Day, July 4th.

Normal is feeling like you can't sit another minute without getting up and screaming, because you just don't like to sit through anything anymore.

Normal is not sleeping very well because a thousand what if's & why didn't I's go through your head constantly.

Normal is reliving the accident continuously through your eyes and mind, holding your head to make it go away.

Normal is having the TV on the minute you walk into the house to have noise, because the silence is deafening.

Normal is staring at every boy who looks like he is my sons age. And then thinking of the age he'd would be now. Then wondering why it is even important to imagine it, because it will never happen.

Normal is every happy event in your life always being backed up with
sadness lurking close behind, because of the hole in your heart.

Normal is telling the story of your child's death as if it were
an everyday, commonplace activity, and then seeing the horror in
someone's eyes at how awful it sounds. And yet realizing it has
become a part of your "normal."

Normal is each year coming up with the difficult task of how to honor your childs's memory and their birthdays and survive these days. And trying to find the balloon or flag that fit's the occasion. Happy Birthday? Not really.

Normal is my heart warming and yet sinking at the sight of something special he would have loved. Thinking how he would love it, but how he is not here to enjoy it.

Normal is having some people afraid to mention my son. Normal is making sure that others remember him.

Normal is after the funeral is over everyone else goes on with their lives, but we continue to grieve our loss forever.

Normal is weeks, months, and years after the initial shock, the grieving gets worse, not better.

Normal is not listening to people compare anything in their life to this loss, unless they too have lost a child. Nothing compares.

NOTHING.

Even if your child is in the remotest part of the earth away from you - it doesn't compare.

Losing a parent is horrible, but having to bury your own child is unnatural.

Normal is taking pills, and trying not to cry all day, because you know your mental health depends on it.

Normal is realizing you do cry everyday.

Normal is being impatient with everything and everyone but someone stricken with grief over the loss of their child.

Normal is sitting at the computer crying, sharing how you feel with chat buddies who have also lost a child.

Normal is not listening to people make excuses for G-d.
"G-d may have done this because…"

I would like to believe that my son is in "heaven," but hearing people trying to think up excuses as to why a fantastic young man was taken from this earth is not appreciated and makes absolutely no sense to this grieving mother.

Normal is being too tired to care if you paid the bills, cleaned the house, did the laundry or if there is any food.

Normal is wondering this time whether you are going to say you have two children or one child, because you will never see this person again and it is not worth explaining that my son is dead.
And yet when you say you have one child to avoid that problem, you feel horrible as if you have betrayed the dead child.

Normal is asking G-d why he took your child's life instead of yours and asking if there even is a G-d.

Normal is knowing you will never get over this loss, not in a day nor a million years.

Normal is having therapists agree with you that you will never "really" get over the pain and that there is nothing they can do to help you because they know only bringing back your child back from the dead could possibly make it "better."

Normal is learning to lie to everyone you meet and telling them you are fine. You lie because it makes others uncomfortable if you cry. You've learned it's easier to lie to them then to tell them the truth that you still feel empty and it's probably never going to get any better -- ever.

And last of all...

Normal is hiding all the things that have become "normal" for you to
feel, so that everyone around you will think that you are "normal."